The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
Should you hide from morning stars
and dread what might befall you
sculpture, frame, shape, create
but do not quiver
beneath your blankets
or make mawkish
this oppression
you can learn from.
©--Christina Cowling
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